Thursday, March 30, 2006
A chair is still a chair, even when there's no one sitting there
I'll wager that I've spent HOURS at this site. These houses are not even something I aspire to, but I love, love, love to look. Anyone else rubberneck at open houses? There's something about a ski-in/ski-out 8,000 sq. ft. chalet on three levels with mountain views that I just can't drive by. Some of the houses on this site are serious works of art, and others are just serious money for some seriously prime locations. While I love to look at how the other half lives, what I really want is a commune full of houses like this, inhabited by all my fave cyberpeeps. Is that so much to ask?
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I look at the Windermere Realty sight in Palm Springs...weekly. One has to dream beyond the grey horizons of a Chicago winter. Someday. Maybe.
:: sigh ::
I DESREVE to live in something mid-century moderne. Surrounded in Le Corbusier, Eileen Grey, Isamu Noguchi... Why has this not happened yet?
I hear ya. My focus shifts around from week to week, and often includes the spot from which you dream of escape. Chicago or NY in the winter always seems to cinematic and romantic to me. Grass is greener and all that.
Isn't the house pictured kinda marvelous, Drewbie?
Beautiful. Just the thought of cantilevered balconies, glass curtain walls and opan plan living makes me tingle in my special place.
I can't type today. Just so you know.
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